Page 63 of Perfect Chaos

“All right, you three can follow me right this way.” She tucks the clipboard under her arm and she spins and moves from behind the counter. She opens the little door that blocks people from just walking back and gestures for us to follow her.

She guides us back into a private room with Malik's name on the door and the title of owner underneath his name. Gavin would only get tattooed by the owner. That is very him. When we step inside the sterile room with a tattoo chair, she walks over to a man sitting on a small roller chair, sketching on a pad against his thigh. She leans down and kisses who I assume is Malik on the cheek as she hands him the clipboard with all her notes.

His attention turns to us, greeting Gavin first. They do the typical man handshake. “Back already?”

“They are jealous of the last tattoo you did for me; they want ones of their own. And I need my sleeve touched up.” The grin on Gavin’s face has my blush deepening as I take them both in.

He points to me, grinning with an eyebrow raised, “Is she the one who gave you that mark?”

Gavin laughs as he crosses his arms and widens his stance, nodding his head. “The one and only.”

“Well, it's nice to meet you.” Malik takes a step towards me and extends his hand in greeting.

“You too.” I reply, sheepishly taking his hand and shaking it. His hand is warm and engulfs my own.

Releasing my hand, he glances down at the clipboard in his free hand and lifts his eyes to look at Atlas. “Where are you getting it?”

“My V-Line.” My eyes go wide and my mouth goes dry. The thought of my mouth on that part of his body, biting deep enough to be marked forever, makes my nipples stiffen. I am proud of the self-control I show by not moaning or squeezing my thighs together. A quick glance to Gavin shows I am not as inconspicuous as I hoped.

“Okay, cool. Go ahead and take your shirt off and lie back on the table for me.” Malik is already turned around back to his station, starting to pour ink from bottles into little cups when Atlas grabs the back of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. I watch, entranced by one of the loves of my life as the sculpted muscles of his torso all ripple with motion. “ Wait, I did a few of your other tattoos a while ago, right?” He points to the skull on Atlas’ left shoulder. “That one looks familiar.”

Atlas barely glances down before he nods, “Yeah, you did it for me a few years back. You were completely booked when I went to get my sleeve done or I would've had you do all the work for that as well.”

“Shit, if you would have called and talked to me directly, I would have fit you in.”

“I'll remember that for next time.” Atlas sits on the edge of the tattoo bed before swinging his legs up and lying down. My chest starts to vibrate with excitement. This is happening. It’s really happening. They both want to carry me on their bodies.. Forever. Holy shit.

It’s moments like this I realize just how long Atlas and Gavin have been in each other's lives. It only further cements the idea of forever with them. The idea that they really want to share it with me just makes me happier than I thought I had a right to be.

“Okay, let's get started. To keep it sanitary, I'm going to put a layer of clean film over the spot. Have her bite you where you want it placed. Then, I will trace it with a red marker.”

“Sounds good.”

“First things first, I need access to the area the bite will be.”

I watch as Atlas pops the button on his jeans, then drags his zipper down, pulling one side of them further down on his waist. He showcases the harsh V-line that always makes my mouth water. Now I get to leave my mark on him.

Malik tears off a decent-sized piece of cling film, laying it down on Atlas's skin and moves out of the way for me to step aside.

The idea that this will be permanent makes me super anxious. It’s not like I was thinking about it when I bit Gavin. I decide to just go for it, to stop overthinking this. It’s almost an out of body experience as I lean forward and bite down on Atlas’ V-line close to his hip bone. He groans and his hand tangles in my hair as I increase my pressure. I make sure to bite down hard enough to leave an indent behind, then bite a little harder. When I feel the plastic in my mouth guarding his flesh pulls tight, almost like my teeth are going to meet, I release. My jaw instantly aches at the lack of pressure. I look up at him, ignoring the pressure, checking if he likes it.

Malik clears his throat, breaking the moment and I step back, away from Atlas.

“Is that a good spot?”

“It's perfect.” Atlas’ eyes are glazed over, his breathing ragged; the semi-hard he is sporting is hard to miss.

Sitting on his rolling stool, Malik grabs a red marker and glides over to Atlas side. He bends forward and pulls Atlas skin tight. My teeth imprints are clear, even behind the purple bruising already showing. Malik works quickly, outlining my bite mark and then he rolls backward. Replacing the marker cap, he tosses it to the counter and picks up his tattoo gun.

Malik clicks a button, causing the gun to come to life. The buzzing of it is almost hypnotic. He dips it into one of the little cups of black ink before leaning over Atlas. I can't look away as I watch the needle glide across Atlas' skin. It doesn't take long for Malik to finish the tattoo. After wiping it clean of any ink, the skin is red and even angrier looking. Atlas however, looks like he just won the lottery. Malik puts an ointment on the fresh tattoo, then covers it with second skin to protect it.

“Alright, who's next?”

“I'll go.” It’s now or I will chicken out and just watch these two.

He looks at the clipboard again. “Bite mark tattoos for you as well. Where did you want them?”

“One on my trap muscle, the other on my collarbone.”